His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

“So so sorry.” His sobs were muffled against her hair as he held her to his chest and muttered a few prayers. He needed her to hang on - for herself, for him, for Charles. For revenge. And for the minutes he spent in tears Noah swore he was going to make sure Charlotte woke up. Even if the treatment cost a lot he would ensure that she get the best. And survive this. Only then would she be able to make Liam - that bastard - pay. * NATHAN

“As long as you understand. Don’t make me regret it.” Vivian turned her gaze toward the floor-to-ceiling window, refusing to bow her head. She knew this path was one she had chosen. She had taken off her clothes for revenge—and with them, her pride. From that moment on, the balance between her and Leon was completely shattered. She was a woman who had traded her body for a goal, and Leon was the buyer. She often asked herself in the dark, “Do you regret this?” Of course she did. But even if she regretted it, she’d keep walking—tears and all.

“Let her speak. If she kneels at my gate, then she seeks my mercy or my justice. Bring her here.” Isha’s lips quivered. She stepped forward, chin lifted, and for a heartbeat her face was not the face of a defeated woman but the face of a person gathering storms. “Now it’s time for revenge,” she thought, a bright and dangerous ember in her chest. They will regret Crowned kindness that abandoned a mother. I will make them pay for locking my child away. And you two—useless fools who forgot who raised you—you will remember me. Her steps echoed in the hall as everyone turned to watch. No one yet knew what shape her revenge would take. For now, it was enough that she had entered — that she had dec

Why was it wrong to take the revenge she’d promised him? She’d told him that night in the cell…she remembered the words she’d said… ‘I’ll never forgive you…whether in this life or in my next, I will get my revenge on both you and your father. Y-You toyed with me when I tried my best to love you. I was your slut, a toy for you to play with whenever it’s convenient…for all of that, I’ll be the one to kill you.’ She hadn’t sliced his throat, but she had stabbed him in a place where she knew it hurt. She had given him a piece of the pain she had to endure every second she spent with him and his father, so why must she regret it?

“He’s too proud. He’ll cling to control until it destroys him.” I studied her for a moment. “And when that happens?” Her eyes flickered. “Then I’ll take what’s mine.” There it was again — that quiet, chilling certainty. But underneath it, I caught something else. Something fragile. Regret, maybe. Or loneliness. “You talk about vengeance like it’s justice,” I said softly. “But sometimes it sounds a lot more like grief.” She turned away, her voice barely above a whisper. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.”

“But at what cost?” The question lingered, rhetorical and heavy, as the SUV continued its smooth journey through the rain-soaked streets of New York. Cameron kept rubbing her arm gently, offering silent solidarity. Ronan looked forward again, his shoulders tense, clearly wrestling with his own guilt and the consequences that would ripple out from this night. In the back seat, Destiny Morgan, the woman who had orchestrated a meticulous revenge and built an empire on calculated power, felt for the first time in years that she might have truly lost control of the game she had been playing so masterfully.

Her always-calm and composed face was now clouded with gloom, resentment, and perhaps many things she herself couldn’t even name. After a moment of silence, the man finally said, with restraint, “I’m sorry.” Sorry? What good is a ‘sorry’ now? If anyone in this world is owed an apology, it’s not her—it’s Eli! Eli was dead. He couldn’t seek justice anymore. But she could seek it for him! Yes—revenge! Eli must not have died in vain! Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. Raina covered half of her face with one hand. On her face appeared a glimmer of madness—the madness of vengeance. Her hand was trembling, but it wasn’t from fear or despair anymore.

A deep sense of satisfaction crept into her chest. Just one more step, Elara thought, her fingers moving silently, hovering above her husband’s sharp jawline. A selfish hope slipped quietly behind the wounds in her heart. She hoped that after the bloodstain on the sheets proved everything, Mike would finally begin to open his heart and love her. Only that way could her revenge mission proceed perfectly. Elara wanted Mike to fall deeply in love with her before she shattered his heart completely.

But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices. And as much as I wanted to vomit again, as much as I hated myself for what I had done, a part of me didn’t regret it. It was sick. It was twisted. But I didn’t regret it. Noah had broken me long before I found solace in another man's arms. He had stripped away my sense of self-worth, and now I was just as much a cheater as he was. My stomach twisted again, but this time it wasn’t from guilt. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, I was never going to go back to being the woman I used to be.

"And it's clear now that you didn't disappoint me. You really are my daughter. You liked him so much that you were willing to give your life for him, yet in the end, you still spent an entire decade grinding him into the dirt in the name of revenge. Not bad. I'm very pleased." Geri was shaking all over. The man in front of her, her own father, had destroyed Alistair's family and his entire life, yet he talked about it like it was nothing. He even sounded proud that he'd done it. She should've screamed at him and called him out for his cruelty and shamelessness. But right then, her shoulders only trembled as she stood there, and she broke down in tears. Because compared to the fury twisting i